Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Gambia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Shoche to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Animal Collective,
Nils Olav,
The Black Dice,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Unwound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Altered Images,
A Certain Ratio,
Soulsonic Force,
Arab on Radar,
Harmonia,
Colin Newman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
10cc,
Electric Prunes,
F. McDonald,
Crispy Ambulance,
Adolescents,
Au Pairs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Slave,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
World's Most,
Soft Cell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bob Dylan,
Cameo,
David McCallum,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Zero Boys,
Godley & Creme,
ABC,
Marmalade,
Harry Pussy,
Joyce Sims,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scrapy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Doors,
Sexual Harrassment,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Matthew Halsall,
Duran Duran,
The Misunderstood,
Fugazi,
The Electric Prunes,
Oneida,
The American Breed,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Smiths,
Fela Kuti,
Bad Manners,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.